A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

picked

building with windows that

would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

almost given up

alive. He had lived two months longer

him with a glass of water and medicine in

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

while, he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he

the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

her favorite

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

began to

he stopped

it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

I better not call her,” he

to give

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

medicines from him and

nurse came in to help put on the

Mark looked

his phone got weaker and weaker until

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

to Alexis. He dreamed

doctor had almost given

had lived two months longer than

standing behind him with a glass

medicine,” Peter reminded

Mark seemed like he

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

nose twitched when

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

her favorite food,”

know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you

began to fumble in his

stopped and shook his

It seemed it was better if

I better not call her,”

have to give

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

him and swallowed them

and a nurse came

Mark looked sideways

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

to Alexis. He

was much like that

him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle

this Cecilia in

arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

point,

hospital room were white, just like the snowy

closed

needed to have more

over his

to buy the pumpkin pies

plump foreign nurse was in

return home.

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used

he couldn’t change anything for

never give up as long as he was

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

determined to stay strong and fight

now, he was finding it difficult to go back to

to make paper planes.

that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be

said he wanted to go there because he

trembled as he thought of his

Peter came back

a snowstorm on his way, so

The pumpkin pies are

the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

paper planes

of your

only actually took a Little

more

put down the

narrowed his eyes and looked

back home and have a

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

it was around 4 a.m.

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

into

boy,”

answer the phone. It was an international call, so

voice sounded

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

a girl that

in which Mark held the phone trembled so

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

sacrificed too much in the first half of

Mark sniffed and put down the

duration of the call, he never even dared to

room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or

“What happened?” he asked.

while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby

this and

he said with a

is a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very pretty

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and their

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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